(lyrics are written by alex)

(a.k.a, a.k.a, the rugged child)
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two,

[chorus x2]
One's for the money
two's for the show
three's for ya hooker
but we all say, HOE!

My slang and my gang burns up the concrete
Like Erick B and Rakim
Don't sweat the technique
So you got beef
Run on sonny go get ya posse
Cause I've got a mosse, we all wear haratchies
Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it's mad rugged
The jump on my tip, but I thought nothing of it
Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark
The rebel to society
Everyone's trying me
Loking at me strangely, damn right it amaze me
Had I did something wrong go and or am i dumb
Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one
To make it real snappy, and little nasty-nasty
Things get pawsie-pawsie
And of to be hax me
It'll little gone and still can hold you on, on
Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chans but you fell out on tune,
So you're hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rules
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ate like a taffy, and red like the chokes
Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style
You catch yo bow-bow, And they're two's this wild, child
From the Staten the Island, the temple
just an exemple how pop goes the pistol

[chorus x2]
One's for the money
two's for the show
three's for ya hooker
but we all say, HOE!

Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two
but If you tell Im gonna blast you
From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back bought a gun for protection
Shortie do-wa, more shoops and tupa'
Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop
Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha
Go-go, ga-ga, now you want me poppa
Im not a mack daddy or my daddy mack
Touch my napsack, boy you gettin' bitchsmacked
I've got a style may not be formilliar
It's like the way you're callin' round and it kills ya
Who will be the next to flex and face death
ashes to ashes, and only dust is left

[chorus x2]
One's for the money
two's for the show
three's for ya hooker
but we all say, HOE!

step up if you wanna get hurt
step up if you wanna get hurt
step up step
aka aka the rugged child
aka aka the rugged child


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Thanks to (Alex Carmazan) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 25, 2009